Song of the day: “The Great Pretender” by Queen...along with several Shakira songs of her latest She Wolf album. Things are seesawing all morning, for some peculiar reason.
Though yesterday was another genuine scorcher, 43 Celsius (110 approx), today the mercury dropped a solid twenty degrees. The thermometer showed me 23 degrees Celsius, which would have been awesome if there hadn’t been so much friggin’ moisture in the air. Seriously I’m sweating like mad. Phew.
But anyways, the floor project worked out fine. Got it all back in place before nightfall, and by the time I was ready to go to bed, big brother and grandpa helped out putting my furniture back inside. So strange to have a floor that doesn’t tilt a bit anymore…though I do need to watch out going the through the passage to my bedroom. Seeing as the sitting room is now two inches higher the lilt of the threshold has made me slam my forehead against the top two times already. Grrr.
Now, with a little luck, in a few months I’ll get a new parquet floor in both rooms, and a hardwood floor in my bathroom, which would be awesome considering the floor has been somewhat bouncy for months, hah.
The new schedule takes some getting used to (again) seeing as I’m friggin’ exhausted when I settle down for the evening to do some serious writing. Of late I’ve only been managing about two and a half pages a day, which is of course atrocious. No help for it, however. It’ll get better again, I’m sure. Besides, only twenty-five more pages and I’ll hit halfway-point. Yay.
Other than the usual stuff going on, the majority of the day was fitting the new backlights into the back of the trailer (the stupid stuff finally arrived) and they work at last. Yay. And unscrewing the woodwork of the gate so we could fit them together and add a solid two inch piece of wood between it. The heat shrunk it all rather severely, needing that thick a piece to fix the slits between them. Got half done, the other half is still waiting.
Oh yeah, for the past few days, I have been joining in on a romance forum at Amazon…or I have been lurking more or less, where a reader asked if the rather graphic (porn-like) novel she just read was the norm of this day and age. Apparently, she hadn’t read a romance novel in a few decades, so she’d come out shocked afterwards. I can’t say I’m surprised, really. Thinking back of how the romances used to be, and how the majority is now…well, it would be a tad TMY, I’m thinking. I remember it well, when I first graduated to the more graphic style: Nora Roberts, Jennifer Crusie, Linda Howard (some of my favorites). Seriously, the first time I read the last two I was reading with red ears and bug-eyes.
Now, I read, write and talk about the issue with nigh any trouble at all. It is like talking about last week’s football game (figure of speech) and that’s a big shame, I think. It has made something that should be special and wonderful (in real life and in romance novels) into something extremely average. I think we are seriously missing out on that special something if there is not some sort of change in the near future.
Because, let’s face it, by now I have become a tad immune for the whole thing. I barely notice it anymore and just skip to the pages. That is part of the problem, I think. Folks enjoy a little spice in their reading, as much as in their food. But like salt/pepper, or a painkiller for that matter, when you take too much of it, you become un-sensitized, so to speak. The more you add this particular ingredient the less likely you are to fully appreciate it. In fact, this appears to be the main source why “love scenes” are becoming so extreme. He needs to pound just a little harder, faster, she needs to writhe and gasp just a bit better. Instead of one, two or three orgasms, she needs six, and he needs to last through the night instead of a solid hour. A pity really. This way, it’ll never be enough, and the stories will need to be more extravagant in order to continue to astound. I miss those scenes where H/h meet the love of their life and consummate their commitment to each other by an act that (should) bring two people as close to one as is possible for us humans. *sigh* Color me sappy and old-fashioned, I don’t mind. Life is brutally realistic enough for me not to want to wreck fiction with it.
Well, enough philosophizing for now. I could yap on about it for days, considering this is a favorite subject of my talk group. Hah.
Which brings us to today: It’s fully cloudy, yay. I just spent the morning…oh, that reminds me. I had to get up a couple of hours early because mom and the younger sibs got stuck on the way up the drive sweep. Apparently the Land Rover refused to go up, so big brother and I had to head up there (I called him too, he knows more about low gear than I after all) in our pjs and get the car up. The trailer made it a little harder.
It took some gymnastics I’ll have you know. First I had to get in at the passenger side, sidle over the gearshift with one leg and take over the brake from mom (the drive sweep is at a 45 or so degree, you know, so the hand break had a bit of trouble). Then she had to slide out, big brother back in and take over before my leg totally cramped up from pushing at the pedal with the tips of my toes.
Suffice it to say, a few minutes later mom and the sibs could leave after all. Big brother and I debated just starting our day, but then decided to just catch another 60 z’s before tackling Sunday.
The dogs didn’t know what the heck was going on. They don’t like it when their usual schedule is disrupted and they were looking at me balefully when I returned and flopped face-down on the bed to promptly drop off to sleep.
Strange dreams, by the way. I had bought some sort of ancient mansion, and much to my delight it was still fully furnished with ancient furniture that I absolutely love. I was just about to start rearranging everything when the friggin’ alarm woke me up, darn it!
Time to get up, even though there were several voices in my head screaming for me to sleep the day away instead, do some laundry and then head down to the basin to plaster the biggest wall. It took me two solid hours, considering big brother couldn’t help. He did something with his wrist the other day, and he hasn’t been able to use it properly since. Still haven’t figured out what, by the way.
It went well though. I’m getting a hang of it again and that is always a plus. Considering the clouds were out (23 degrees, remember?) it was bliss, really. I had wanted to start again after the blog, but the sun is peeking through again, so we might resort to continuing with the gate instead.
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